Divorcing The Billionaire On Valentine's Day

20. Grayson

GRAYSON

Was she ever going to call? She was doing it again. Making me wait. The first time I didn’t mind because she was thinking about it, considering it, weighing her options, but this time, she was obviously stalling and I didn’t have the stomach for it.

I was back where I started, unable to focus, not because I particularly cared, but because the longer she stalled, the longer I had to tolerate Camila’s presence. I didn’t want to do it, but she was leaving me no other choice. I don’t think making her fall for me would be as easy as I thought it would be. If I had learnt anything, it’s the fact that she would go to extra lengths to make sure she wasn’t remotely close to me.

I rolled over on the bed and grabbed my phone from the nightstand. Still no texts or calls. If she had gone to the office, Alicia would have called. Maybe if I… what was the name of that her i***t friend again? John? Jude? Jay! Yes. She even gave him a nickname. Nonsense. Maybe if I bought Jay’s house from its actual owner and issue an eviction notice, she would have no choice but to come to me, only this time, I would make her beg for it.

I groaned as I shoved the sheets away from me, more than a little pissed with hoe she kept playing me for a fool. I headed to the bathroom to freshen up, clear my head. The water did very little to soothe the growing annoyance.

I shut the shower off after barely ten minutes and stepped on with a towel wrapped tightly around my waist. My bad day took a toll for the worse when I stepped back into my bedroom and saw someone had taken advantage of my open door. She sat cross legged on my bed, making herself even more comfortable on my bed.

“What are you doing here, Camilla.” I asked making sure she knew how unimpressed I was with whatever stunt she was trying to pull so early in the morning.

Instead of answering her eyes were glued to my bare chest, taking their time and she basically eye f****d me, that is of course, if the darkening look in her eyes was anything to go by.

“Camilla.” I was in no mood for whatever it was she was cooking up in that head of hers. Pretty? Yes. But I could care less to entertain her and fuel Lila’s plotting. She still didn’t respond.

“Okay you can go back to watching Johnny.” I pulled her up by the wrist since she clearly wasn’t going to take the hint that no one is allowed in my room.

That seemed to snap her out of it. “I- I came to let you know that Lila took Johnny to get some ice cream.” She stuttered over her words, her eyes still trained on my chest. They slowed and rested just where my towel was tied tightly.

“Okay…”I drawled. She licked her lips as her eyes drifted to my face, meeting my gaze, all pretense of being the shy friend to my sister gone. What’s more? I was beyond confused as to where my eyes were drawn to her lips. “Anything else?” I asked. She tossed her hair to rest on her right shoulder, exposing the left. If her plan had been to seduce me, then she couldn’t have caught me at a better time.

Taking my momentary silence as a go ahead, she sauntered to me, her eyes never left mine, the dark look, the want, never left hers.

“Maybe,” she said barely above a whisper, “I could tell you were stressed and needed a little,” she slid behind me, “relief.” She whispered in my ear and bit my earlobe.

I should have pulled away, created some distance between us, but why would I do that? Who in their right minds would do that?

Adeline came to mind. She had insisted we don’t do anything to embarrass the other person, but she was the same person whose signature still wasn't on the damn contract.

I shoved it all right where that contract might as well be, in the dust. I pulled on Camila’s dress, the sundress felt soft against my palm, made me wonder what her skin would feel like.

She followed my lead easily. I grabbed her by the neck. She whimpered, her eyes searched my face, her breath stuck in her throat. “Kiss me.” I demanded.

She didn’t even give the chance to reconsider before taking my lips with hers. f**k. She moaned into my mouth and leaned in to me. Why haven’t I done this sooner. She was eager, just the right amount and it was a major turn on.

I pulled her by the waist, loving the feel of her body against mine. She was small, easy to guide.

“How about I do what I promised?” She smiled against my lips. I didn’t care much for joking around, but if it spurred her on, I could play along.

“What do you have in mind?” I smirked, planting a quick kiss on her lips. A part of me, the sensible part screamed for me to move away, end it before it went too far, Lila would take advantage of it.

As if sent just to distract me she began lowering till she was on her knees, right in front of me, her face to the point her eyes had been glued on before.

“You seem…” she yanked the towel free, the white material pooled on the floor around my feet, “distracted.” She gave me one last look, her fingers trailed my length, her tongue darted out to wet her lips like she was just about to feast on a good meal. Well, she definitely had the right idea.

“I thought I would be getting a massa- f**k!” I hissed as her lips wrapped around the tip, the warmth shocking and pleasing at the same time. She took it all in stride, her head bopped forward and backwards, trying to suck the soul out of my body and succeeding. I let my head fall as let her do whatever it was she was doing because it felt so freaking good!

I grabbed the thick of her hair and held it still. Tightening my grip on her hair, I pumped in and out of her mouth like it was her cunt, like I wanted to do to it. She moaned the entire time, making me go insane! And the entire time, she never took her eyes off of me. Like she knew exactly what I wanted before I even asked for it.

Just when she began to get even more enthusiastic, teasing my balls with her fingers as she kept sucking me off, I yanked myself free. I was so close, so freaking close and there was no way I wasn’t going to return the favour. Never would it be heard that I left her starved.

“Did I do something wro-” I didn’t let her finish. I tilted her jaw upwards, guiding her to her feet. I kissed her without thinking too much about it, guided her to the bed, she curled like a freaking cat and looked up at me like she was at my mercy and it went straight to my d**k. Without giving her any time to catch her breath, I spread her legs.

I smirked when I saw she was completely bare, no panties, shaved, bare. I licked my lips before feasting. I never expected much so I was more than a little surprised when I had a taste of her. Her back shot off the bed. She moaned so loud I couldn’t have been happier Johnny wasn’t home.

“You’re so f*****g wet.” I groaned with my head still buried between her legs. I watched as she writhed on the bed when I slid two fingers into her. Her body was so responsive, it was intoxicating.

“Yes!” She cried when I slid in one more finger, pumping in and out of her. She arched off the bed, leaned back into the bed, only to arch off it again, it was a dance I could continue all morning, but I had things to do.

“Keep those legs the way they are.” I forced through the haze of need that coursed through me.

Like the obedient kitten, she kept them wide open, her entrance glistened with her juices, like a welcome party, the only kind that should exist.

I rested one hand each on her inner thighs and thrust into her. Hard. She whimpered when I pulled out slowly and screamed when I thrusted back into her. Her moans were like the coal stocking a flame and like a man with one need, I pumped into her. Fater. Harder. Till I felt her walls tighten, pulling me closer to the edge.

She dug her fingers into my back, held tight like her life depended on it and in seconds she was shrieking and I was jumping right over the edge with her.